An evil skeleton made off with my beef burrito

I’ve been listening to a lot of Voltaire recently (the singer, not the philosopher) including this song:

Which made me think of those sugar skulls you see in Day of the Dead celebrations and then led to the drawing of this…

followed by this…

before inexplicably going slightly steampunk, with this…

and then ending with flat out crazy in this…

and that’s when I decided…I should probably stick with black and white.

Every now and again I get this urge to create. Sometimes it’s by drawing, other times its by…sock monkeys, scarves, scrapbooking or some other random craft that strikes my fancy at any given time. At first I ignore it, but it starts to gnaw at the back of my brain, nibbling at something in there, insinuating itself into every nook and cranny until inevitably I succumb and … create. Sometimes it turns out wonderfully (see skull drawings) other times it turns out creepy/morbid/weird (see skull drawings) and even more often I fail due to some perceived frustration that it’s not turning out the way it’s supposed to and I give up for the time being. But no matter the outcome I will eventually give into this urge to create things. I guess it’s just part of who I am. Who knows what wonderfully creepy thing this will lead to next? Because inevitably it will turn out a whole hell of a lot more creepy than I intended it to be. When that happens I just go with the flow because clearly it wanted to be that way, so who am I to judge?